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H.A.V.E.N.

Humanoid Autonomous Versatile Electrical Network

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a character in “Neon Streets”, as played by mjolnir

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"Manufactured life is just as precious as organic."
- haven




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n i c k n a m e s x // x havoc x from her days in the fighting rings

a c t u a l x a g e x // xthirty years old

p h y s i c a l x a g e x // xmid twenties

g e n d e r x // xfemale

s e x u a l i t y x // xpansexual

s p e c i e s x // xandroid






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D E M E A N O R


h e i g h t x // x5' 6"

w e i g h t x // x180 lbs

h a i r x // xHaven tends to keep her hair between a bob and shoulder length, often preferring it to be just long enough that she can tie back. Being an android, she has the capability to change the color of her hair at will, but tends to keep it a light auburn with a light blonde ombre halfway down.

e y e s x // xLike her hair, she can change the color of her eyes but opts for a light grey bordering on icy blue color that sometimes shifts towards green depending on her mood or color of her clothing.

o d d i t i e s x // xAndroids are created to appear perfect and Haven did look so once. But after being rebuilt by Ozric, she has hairline seams several places on her body where appendages were connected. Her framework is also piece-mailed together of various models but that is not noticeable upon a glance.

a p p e a r a n c e x // xHaven is pretty, as most androids are created to appear. For a female model of machine, her design has a slightly more athletic physique with synthetic muscles. Not too large or bulky to de-feminize her but enough to make her appear stronger. Her skin is 0097 ivory, enhanced with the occasional freckle for realism. Her legs are long which allow for more flexibility and agility but she is still slightly shorter which aids in her dexterity and speed. Even though she was programed for combat, her first owner still desired her to be attractive. She has a strong beauty that is unlike pleasure or domestic models that make her look very unique while not being exotic.






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P R O F I C I E N C I E S

n e t - r u n n i n g x // x Like most androids, Haven can netrun through a direct connection a computer, server or other electronics that are directly linked to a database or with internet connection. She is fairly proficient, but her skill does not compared to machines designed for net-running, research or black market androids.

c o m b a t x // x Haven is an adaptable unit programmed for whatever her owner's needs are. Her previous use being underground fighting, she knows and is proficient in every form of combat. Her owner even purchased black market combat codes and always got the newest programs to make her as deadly as possible.

a d a p t a b l e x // x Being a versatile unit, it's in her programing to be able to learn and adapt a fast rate to better change to her owner's needs. This makes her a quick study able to pick up things at an enhanced rate if it's a knew skill, language or anything that can be dug up on the web.



W E A K N E S S E S

o z r i c x // x He was her savior when she was left to rust and rot in a junkyard piled high of android carcasses. Not only is he her first and oldest friend, but him being human makes him much more fragile than herself.

i n f a m y x // x Haven's face is well known among less than savory crowds who spent too much time in the underground fighting pits. This makes it harder for her to go unnoticed. She's been marked as a dangerous machine that could be apprehended, which makes it difficult for her to travel outside of Emerald City.

m a l w a r e x // x Viruses can corrupt an androids central processor and destroy their coding. If this happens, the only fix is a system wipe which would erase everything that makes Haven who she is.



F E A R S

a n d r o i d x e x t i n c t i o n x // x Not all androids may have developed a full range of sentience, but Haven believes that they all should be given the opportunity to develop that like she did. In her mind, androids are living beings just like humans, but so many organics only wish to end them. The possibility of that frightens her.

r e s e t x // x Resetting her code would remove everything that has made Haven who she is. The idea of going back to being a puppet for humans terrifies her which is one reason why she hasn't let anyone but Ozric have access to her mind out of fear of something going wrong.

s h u t d o w n x // x It's a rational fear to be scared of death. And although some humans might not understand that fear in an android, this is something Haven actively tries to avoid. Because in the end, she wants to live and enjoy her new life.





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P E R S O N A L I T Y
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The first domino that tipped giving Haven sentience was a drive for self preservation. Her compassion for others grew slowly from a place she can’t quite pin down. To the best of her knowledge it comes from the moment Ozric entered her life, or perhaps her time in the junkyard rusting and withering away with other androids. It was in those times she grew to not only be concerned with herself, but those around her. The closer she gets with people the stronger this bound grows. Her drive and passion is no longer for the longevity of her own life but the lives of her savior, and the other machines, like her, who seek freedom and peace. For those closest to her, she becomes blinded by their needs and desires that it can cloud her judgement and make her dangerously selfless to the point people often have to convince her to think of herself rather than the many.

So much of her life had been spent alone. For nearly a decade she was Ares’s only android and the only others she met quickly met their demise at her hands. For a majority of her life, Haven has been alone without a friend or companion that to some extent she has grown accustom to this. She’s slowly grown to be more amiable towards a fair few that step into her life, but some find her strong independence off putting. But her being more of the loner does not mean she doesn’t make friends nor comes off prickly. Rather that she keeps to her small circle and rarely extends friendship to those whom she does not know if they can be trusted.

Haven has been known to have a short temper that has a tendency to get set of easily given the circumstances. Believes to be part of her original code that still holds tight to her mainframe, she is quick to action when someone offends herself or those she cares about. Although she has a temper to rival most men, it doesn’t often present itself in harsh words but physical actions. Regardless of being out of the fighting pits for years, Haven still resorts to physical threats to keep those who over step in place. Luckily, although she’s quick to temper, she has learned enough control to learn when to back down before acting out of line. But that does not mean she won’t put someone in their place… or kill them if it’s called for.

Her life has not been an easy path, nor full of many people she could trust. Haven was coded to divulge nothing she heard from the private quarters of Ares and even now, that still effects her guarded nature. The world is full of people out to stab their neighbor in the back if it means money or position, she’d seen that first hand. But she’s found it to be rare that she meets someone who gains her trust to be allowed to know her secrets or thoughts. The truth is dangerous in the wrong hands and she’d rather have little in the realm of companions than potentially betray a friend with words she shouldn’t have shared. So to gain her trust, it takes patience, honesty and perseverance. Haven is known to be fiercely loyal to those closet to her, if they have the endurance to fight for it.





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H I S T O R Y


The Humanoid Autonomous Versatile Electrical Network was the highest grade android on the robotics market when they were released. This revolutionary machine was a clean slate, an android designed to be coded and modified for whatever the owners purpose. This cutting edge model was created to bridge the gap between the functionality of cybernetic units. H.A.V.E.N.s were the best money could buy. Most people purchased them to have not just a maid, but a nanny and cook, or whatever else domestic needs the purchaser required. A smaller number were obtained for military purposes, or specialty intimacy machines.

Haven’s procurer was a man known as Ares. And while this man might have seemed like an ordinary tycoon who desired the best money could buy, but the truth was far worse. Ares was one of the leading crime lords in Infinity City and what he was particularly known for was his underground fighting pits. Men and women from all social classes clamored to his arena to watch the fights. More than a few of them gambled away what wealth they did have hoping to strike it rich like humans who used to bet on horse races.

But horses nor dogs were the combatants in his pits, but androids. Humans loved nothing more than to watch humanoid creatures rip one another to shreds. It satisfied their bloodlust without causing real death while also feeding their hatred of androids. It kept the machines subservient and inferior. They didn’t seem as similar to humans when they tore each other limb from limb and spewed a rainbow of colors as the different machines ooze their various liquids like blood. In these fights, Ares always won. And Haven was his newest purchase to run the ring.

Ares bought Haven because he could mold her into whatever he wanted. With his black market connections he was able to upload every combat code money could buy onto her hardware. While her physical form appealed to the masses who preferred to watch beautiful creatures fight to the death. It was a spectacle of blood and lust, and nothing drove the crowd crazy like women and men as stunning as the Gods murdering for sport. Haven was to be this new God of the arena, to be untouchable.

And for a decade she was. The people called her Havoc, a cliche name like the human wrestlers of centuries past. It suited the way she killed, while dehumanizing her so that the audience felt no guilt as the humanoid creatures before them perished. But as all technology does, she slowly grew outdated. First there were upgrades, new combat codes. But eventually even those weren’t able to keep up with the newest versatile machines on the market. Slowly fights were slipping from her where it was harder to win a fight, calling for more and more repairs. Until one day, she lost which nearly cost her her life.

That was when she overheard Ares one evening. While she was in sleep mode, rebooting in the corner of his office Ares met with another wealthy crime lord who frequently put his androids in the pits to fight. In what they thought was privacy, Ares arranged the next fight for Haven to lose and die in the pits, while he made a grand sum on her demise. In that moment a flood of emotions that Haven had never felt before washed over her like a hurricane. For the first time ever, she had control over herself and was able to break the controls that bound her to his command.

She doesn’t remember what happened, as humans say, she blacked out. When Haven came to, she was standing over Ares’s and the other man’s dead bodies, as their body guards bursted through the doors. She had enough time to see the blood, before their men forcefully shut her down with blunt force to her central processor. And then when she woke again, she was stripped and left to rust in Infinity City’s trash heap.

Haven wondered those mounds for five years before Ozric arrived. He was barely a man, scavenging for scraps he could use to repairs biomechanics and androids for money. That’s when he found her. She was the first android he saved and it took nearly a year for him to full rehabilitate her back to functioning form. And since then, she’s owed him her life. Haven has not left his side since that day, helping him create Emerald City and aid neglected, discarded and fugitive androids.





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So begins...

H.A.V.E.N.'s Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: H.A.R.L.I.E Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright Character Portrait: John Cross

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A hundred years of peace and prosperity in Infinity City. That’s what was being celebrated. Not everyone cared about the celebrations; the parade would be held on the upper streets and floating walkways, so over half of the population wouldn’t even be able to see it unless they tuned into the transmission. For most of the city, this was just another bank holiday. The words “peace and prosperity” just didn’t ring true to those at ground level, it was just another day to be reminded of all they didn’t have. At least it wasn’t raining.

The decorations had been up for weeks (well, closer to ground level they’d only bothered to reprogram some of the signage to indicate the big day), and they’d really pulled out all the stops. There was no way to miss it, with a reminder around every corner. There would be parties, television specials, the news would probably run a story about it, as if the whole thing wasn’t just an empty celebration.

Well, that’s how Miles felt, anyway.

He’d seen the worst and the best that Infinity had to offer, and he wasn’t particularly impressed. His family had been built up and held to unrealistic standards, once. Lived high above the city. He didn’t remember living up there, among the clouds, but he still got glimpses of it occasionally. His work was one of the worst-kept secrets in town, and he built tech for all sorts. Sometimes he thought that he would have liked to have grown up higher in the dizzying expanse of the city, he felt a little robbed of it. His father’s greed had stolen the life he may have had. He could still craft his tech, though. He loved creating, using technology to manipulate the way he could think and see, and even feel. He didn’t mind the extra money some people were willing to pay to buy it off the market, either. Some people had a hard time trusting that companies were actually following regulation, and Miles understood that. It was easier to get back at a single guy than a faceless corporation if your tech failed you.

Business carried on as usual, for Miles. When you work all alone, a day off is rare. Even more rare when the nature of your work requires that you constantly do more work or you’ll lose everything and end up right back where you started.

Maybe that was the paranoia talking.

Either way, he liked to keep himself busy. Busy hands, busy mind, not as much time to think about everything that could go wrong.

He was just finishing up with a client, he’d had to learn how to install neurotech out of necessity; turns out, people who bought back alley tech often didn’t have a safe way to install it. He hated doing it, but knowing how definitely made it easier for him to test his pieces (mostly on himself), so he didn’t complain.

He liked to keep the television (at this point, it was almost just called that out of tradition) going in the other room, it provided some background noise, and blocked out most of the sounds of his work. Everyone on the street knew what he did, but it kept the police out of his business, and that was most of what he cared about. After finishing up his install, he noticed a familiar voice from the other room. Cordelia Hallis was a familiar voice (and face) to most everyone in Infinity. Miles just couldn’t stand to hear, or see, her anymore. Not when he could help it. He’d have to remember to turn it off.

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Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Ozric Slade

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Even down in the slums, the noise of the parade echoed throughout the alleys. It was a celebration that no one on these lower streets cared to celebrate. One hundred years of what? A corrupt city ran by corporate overlords. You'd think they would get used to the sound, the propaganda posted on every screen and holo from the slums to the clouds. Every broadcast showed the celebration. There was no way to avoid it unless you were deaf and blind. Unfortunately, she wasn't.

Emerald City was empty. Sure, the music still played and lights pulsed. But the seats were empty. No one lingered by the bar or lounged around the stage. The occasional android would wonder past, disappearing into the back. Haven stood next to the door like a sentinel, her arms crossed over her chest, her body an inch from the wall.

Somehow the pomp and circumstance still managed to be heard over the electronic music that buzzed on the speakers. She managed to tolerate the bombardment of noise for nearly a half an hour before she finally walked over to the DJ booth and turned down the music. Could androids get headaches? Haven wasn't sure, but what she's heard of them, she didn't care to find out. She had no control over the proceedings up above them but the volume of the music was within her power.

With the music a dull roar, the television mounted above the bar caught her attention. Before then, she hadn't noticed that it ever had the volume on in the first place. No one could ever tell when the music was so loud you nearly had to shout in your companions' ears to hold a conversation. Broadcasting on the screen was the same thing that repeated throughout the streets, subtle echoes could be heard between the celebration and the recording before her.

Front and center for the entirety of Infinity City to see was Cordelia Hallis. "On behalf of all of us." The speech began. Haven slowly approached the bar as she watched, resting her forearms on the edge of the counter. "We will be donating half a million dollars to the Infinity Relief Organization for Needy Families."

Ozric slowly came through the door that lead to the back with a holo-pad in his hand, scanning through a list of black market parts looking for something to aid the most recent android to join them. He had mastered the art of deafening himself to the noises of the city. He knew about the celebration going on, the city made sure no one forgot about it. But that didn't mean he had to celebrate. Oz had zero intentions of paying attention to it or the broadcast until the slight sound of Haven's voice caused him to look up. "What?" he asked, not hearing her clearly the first time.

"Do you believe they mean it?" Haven reiterated as she pointed at the broadcast.

He let out a soft sigh as he diverted towards her, stepping up to the bar and setting the holo-pad down on the counter. It didn't seem Oz was going to be able to avoid it this year. He hesitated a moment before looking up at the screen, seeing Cordelia dressed like a doll before the city.

"We sincerely hope that we can help people just as it once helped me so long ago. With all of us working together, we can build a better Infinity. We can help each other. We can lift each other up in these times of hardship."

Ozric managed to chuckle and shake his head as the words left her forced lips to echo throughout the city. "I spent my whole life on these streets and I've not received a penny of 'Infinity's help,'" he mocked.

Haven's brows furrowed slightly. "Is that a no?" she asked. Although her sentience fooled many humans, in some aspects she was still so naive. Sarcasm or evading direct answers still didn't quite register with her sometimes. But Ozric was patient, with her and all the others.

He grabbed his holo-pad before turning around to face her. "No. That money will be funneled down through the corporations until it runs dry. I doubt it'd even stretch halfway to the slums."

Oz gentled patted her shoulder before he turned away. As he walked toward the backroom, Haven returned her gaze to the television as Cordelia finished her speech. "Remember boys and girls, the corporations are here to help you."

As he descended the steps, he shook his head at the closing words. "Boys and girls... They don't even see as equals. We're fucking children," Ozric mumbled under his breath.

"You know her?" Haven turned toward him as he walked away. She wasn't an interrogation droid, but she spent enough time around people to read their body language, at least moderately.

His footsteps slowed until Ozric came to a full stop a few feet before the door. He didn't turn to look at Haven as he responded, maybe part of it was because he knew she'd be able to read him if she saw his face. "... I used to."

"Does it pain you to know that she has been brainwashed? Haven asked plainly. To her eyes it was obvious. It seemed that anyone should have been noticing how the way she acted was bizarre for a human. If an android did that, she wouldn't have thought twice. But to the best of her knowledge, Cordelia was, in fact, human.

It was then that Ozric slowly glanced over his shoulder toward her. Although he didn't say anything, his face showed slight confusion and even a bit surprised. "If she is, then it's her own doing."

Haven lightly tapped her fingers on the bar before she started back towards her post. "Then I gather that her signaling S.O.S. does not concern you?"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Cordelia Hallis Character Portrait: James Character Portrait: Miles Caal Character Portrait: Astrid Character Portrait: Faith Walton Character Portrait: Angel Edwards Character Portrait: H.A.V.E.N. Character Portrait: Ozric Slade Character Portrait: Essie (SE-5984) Character Portrait: Yuri Capra Character Portrait: Kylar Worthington Character Portrait: Ezekiel Cartwright

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Astrid knew she needed to get out of the way, people were still bumping into her left and right; some were leaving, others were trying to get a better look at one thing or another. It was overwhelming, trying to pinpoint an opening so she could just get out of everyone’s way. She was always causing problems, wasn’t she? Maybe that’s why everyone sends me away.

She had just found a way, and just needed a moment to get through, when it happened. There was a loud boom, and a lot of screaming. Suddenly, all she seemed to be able to process was the fear of everyone around her. She quickly looked around: people were running away, now. Maybe back home. Maybe just as far away as they could get. There was another explosion. It wasn’t safe here, was it? She needed to go, but the fear everyone felt… It was just her programming, but she felt the intense need to protect the humans around. They were frightened, and it was only getting worse with every passing moment.

She didn’t know if it was being broadcast over the speakers, or just in her mind, but she heard an overwhelming chorus of, “Stay calm. We have everything under control.” It didn’t look like everything was under control, but Astrid knew that was what they always said. If the powers that be couldn’t control a situation, they’d lose control of everything. Still, in control or not, there wasn’t anything Astrid could do. She wasn’t well-suited to crisis situations; she was a domestic droid.

Astrid caught sight of a little girl, presumably separated from her family, and all thoughts of retreating to the relative safety of the seedy underbelly of the city left her mind. Suddenly the only thing that felt right was helping the child. Caring for children was what she was programmed for, after all.

Then there were more people, who Astrid only recognised as being associates of the Alpire Corporation. What did they manufacturer? Weapons? They had arrived very quickly, Astrid thought, and immediately started cordoning off areas, ushering people away and to different places of the city. “Don’t worry,” They said, “We’re here to help you.” Maybe they’d been hired as private security.

There was some sort of weapon fire from somewhere above. Astrid couldn’t place it, but the Alpire Corp representatives certainly used the moment to keep corralling people along. Keeping order, it seemed, was the top priority.

Astrid was getting swept along with the crowd, weapons were still firing from, what sounded like, all directions. “Where are we going?”

“Don’t worry, ma’am,” Astrid could hardly tell if the person in question was a human under all of their armor. “There's a warehouse nearby where-” Then the person in question seemed to realize that Astrid was an android, “We don’t have the space for androids.”

A gesture was all it took to seal her fate, it seemed. Astrid was grabbed from behind, and deposited back into the middle of the square, to fend for herself. Something strong that she didn’t quite understand filled her, and she felt quite resigned to whatever was in store for her. She didn’t have anywhere to go, not really, so she figured that she would probably be shot down and then tossed on a scrap heap somewhere. She wasn’t just going to stand around, though. Maybe she could get lucky, find some place to hide… At least until this blew over. It couldn’t last forever.







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Even as Miles went to switch off the broadcast, it cut to a shot of the crowd on the ground. The city’s government loved to show off how well everyone got along when it suited them. Sometimes the news organizations played along, and some played nicer than others. Normally he wouldn’t care, if not for the fact that the crowd seemed to be pretty worked up. Surely that wasn’t the image Infinity City officials wanted to broadcast. The first explosion went off right before they cut the footage to some pre-recorded message of peace and prosperity, though that was quickly cut to make way for the coverage of the terrorist attack on the upper levels of the city. On the day they were meant to celebrate one hundred years of peace, no less.

Miles switched off the broadcast; he could hear the screaming and subsequent detonations over the gentle hum of the lights. Even so far beneath it all. It was quiet, and Miles couldn’t fully be sure if he was really hearing the commotion, or if someone nearby just had their television up too loud.. Subtle green lights raced along his veins, visible from just below his skin: the lights flashed yellow. He was distressed. It was strange, if he hadn’t known better, he may have said he didn’t recognise what he was feeling until then. But what was he meant to do in a situation like this? He supposed most people would be shutting themselves in their homes, which seemed like a reasonable response.

He elected to swing open his front door. There was chaos everywhere, people were running out and away from the center of the city. Did Miles know any of the people running past? Did it matter? Of course it mattered. He would let a friend take up shelter inside if they needed it.

Did he have any friends left?

He did. He knew he did. He had to.